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Keep Their Heads Ringin' (LP Version) () - DreDr.
Ha Ha
Yeh, What up, this is Dr. Dre

The party's goin' on Ha

Thank God it's Friday

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Keep their heads ringin
Ring ding dong ring a ding ding dong

Keep their heads ringin'
Ring ding dong ring a ding ding dong
Uh yeah
Hey you, sittin' over there
say what
You better get up outta your chair
that's right
And work your body down
yeah
No time to funk around 'cause we goin
Funk you right on up
So get up and get a move on
And get your groove on
It's the D-R-E, the spectacula
In a party, I go for your neck
So call me Blackula
As I drain a nigga's jugular vein
And maintain to leave blood stains
So don't complain, just chill
And listen to the beats I spill
Keepin' it real
Enables me to make another mil

Still niggas run up and try to kill at will
But get popped like a pimple
So call me Clearasil
I wipe niggas off the face of the earth
Since birth, I've been a bad nigga
So let me tell ya what I'm worth
More than a stealth bomba
I cause drama, the enforcer
Music floats like a flying saucer

Or a 747 jet, never forget
I'm that nigga that keeps the hoes panties wet
The mic gets smoked
Once you hear the beat kick
With grooves so funky, they come with a Speed Stick
So check the flava that I'm bringin'
The motherfuckin' D-R-E
I keep their motherfuckin' heads ringin'
Ring ding dong ring a ding ding dong

kKeep their heads ringin'
Ring ding dong ring a ding ding dong

One, two for the crew
Three, four for the dough
Five for the hoes
Six, seven, eight for Death Row
Mad niggas bout to feel the full effect
Of intellect, so I can collect respect
Plus a check
Now I'm fend to got end to my men, too
To take of this business I need to attend to
'Cause my rent's due
And this rap shit's my meal ticket
So you goddamn right, I'ma kick it
Or get evicted
I bring terror like Stephen King
A black Casanova runnin' niggas over like Christine

When I rock the spot
Wit the flava I got
I get plenty of ass
so call me an ass-tronaut
As I blast pass another nigga's ass
who thought he was strong
But I smoke him like grass
just like Cheech and Chong
When I flow niggas, know it's time to take a hike
'Cause I grab the mike
And flip my tongue like a dike
I got rhymes to keep you enchanted
Produce smokescreen with
the funky green to keep your eyes slanted
So check the flava that I'm bringin
The mothafunkin' D-R-E
I keep their motherfuckin' heads ringin
Ring ding dong ring a ding ding dong
Keep their heads ringin'
Ring ding dong ring a ding ding dong

If you want to get on down

You gotta get on down

Just get on down

Debonair with flair
I scare wear and tear
Without a care
Runnin shit, as if I was a mayor
But I ain't no politician
No competition
Sendin all opposition
To see a mortician

I'm up front, never in the back drop
Step on stage and get faded like a flat top

Your rhymes sounds like you bought 'em at stop-n-go
Dre came to wax you, so just call me Mop-N-Glo
Many try to, but just can't rock wit
I'm six-one, two twenty-five of pure chocolate

Your chances of jackin me are slim, G
'Cause I rock from summer 'til Santa
comes down the chimney
Hoe hoe hoe and so as I continue to flow
'Cause, yo, I'm just a fly Negro so
Check the flava that I'm bringin'
The motha funkin D-R-E
I keep their motherfuckin' heads ringin
Ring ding dong ring a ding ding dong

I keep their motherfuckin' heads ringin
Ring ding dong ring a ding ding dong

Ring ding dong ring a ding ding dong
I keep their heads ringin'
Ring ding dong ring a ding ding dong

If you want to get on down

You gotta get on down

Just get on down

If you want to get on down

You gotta get on down

Just get on down